Lewis Hamilton Quotes

When I'm dead are they going to remember me ? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares ? I don't.

I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

Fame or infamy, either one is preferable to being forgotten when you have passed from this realm.

Nothing really dies as long as it's not forgotten

We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.

Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.

My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten.

The only 'afterlife' is what other people remember of you.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

I don't care much whether people remember me or not. If people remember, well and good. If they don't remember, it's alright - I'm dead anyway.

Legacy is something you talk about when you're dead - and I'm not dead yet.

Everyone dies, and I am not, you know, I don't believe in the Homeric idea that, you know, immortality comes by, you know, having odes sung about you over the centuries, you know?

Who gives a damn about being remembered? That's really for amateurs.

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

I don't really think it will make much difference to me when I'm dead whether I'm read or not . . . just as whether I'm dead or not won't mean much to me when I'm dead.

Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.

What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. "Fear?" he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?" That's big. "Yes. But there's something else." What else? He leaned forward. "Being forgotten," he whispered.

I probably just want to leave a trace of myself behind in this world.

Posthumous fame is a plant of tardy growth, for our body must be the seed of it; or we may liken it to a torch, which nothing but the last spark of life can light up; or we may compare it to the trumpet of the archangel, for it is blown over the dead; but unlike that awful blast, it is of earth, not of heaven, and can neither rouse nor raise us.

Man's life is short; and therefore an honorable death is his immortality.

The trace I leave to me means at once my death, to come or already come, and the hope that it will survive me. It is not an ambition of immortality; it is fundamental. I leave here a bit of paper, I leave, I die; it is impossible to exit this structure; it is the unchanging form of my life. Every time I let something go, I live my death in writing.

I want to go on living after my death!